Kali continued the killing spree, killing people of all age and size one after another, quietly leaving pools of blood underneath them. The sword at this point was so bloody that it was almost impossible to recognize its colors anymore. The same could be said for Kali’s hand holding it. She had forgotten the last time Kali had so much blood on her hands. ‘Last time…it was there,’ Kali eyed her hand with a thoughtful look before moving on.
So far, she had killed a sinese woman, a man, a couple of more men, an old couple, and a vegetable farmer living near the outskirts of the town. That made the count six. She needed four more and a couple of perfect prey were right in front of her on that park bench with their hands all over each other.
‘Lovers…’ the purest of the kind. From the look of longing from both their eyes, Kali guessed that they were lovers who got reunited just now. Too bad, Kali thought. Perhaps they would reunite in whatever world that comes after this.
She approached them from behind just like she approached most of her previous victims, standing behind them without a word as they failed to notice the vampire’s presence. She found them shyly going in for a kiss when Kali drove the sword into the boy’s head, breaking skull and spilling his brain. The rush was starting to get to her; the rush of killing. It made her blood boil and her own intentions to turn ugly. People that Kali would usually leave alone, she spared none; pitied none. Even the girl going pale from the traumatic sight could not be spared when Kali brought the sword down on her direction, cleanly cutting off her head. With every passing murder, the blade was starting to get sharper and Kali was starting to get a bit crazier.
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